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A Boy With Roses

Briskly I zip myself back up

I cherish my grey matter and my bowels

Isn't it fantastic, poetry larded 

I'd never stop smiling if it happened 

I'm a firm believer it's an earthly coincidence 

We've crossed paths 

 

Back when I walked around with no brain 

Gritting my teeth

Nonplussed and dragon huffing 

I thought the world would end with a blitz 

I was jelly-like 

A newt breeding 

Butter beans, yours forever 

You remind me of a painting in a museum

A criminal lover 

 

I threw the tinderbox in the inglenook

I closed my eyes, on a voyage to elsewhere 

I fit perfectly into a tailored wish 

Slipped off into a sleep, through the afternoon

I was a rabbit in a warren, on the brink of giving up

I sojourned in a place of safety 

Morning and night 

I glide in and out of my conscience

 

It's now a pattern

A fully blown addiction 

It's now a way of life 

I'm on an even keel 

 

Still, this monster in me won't let me sleep

I could scream, watching fog lay on the skyline 

Dragging myself down the street 

Thinking many-a-strange-things 

Lately I've been dreaming

I'm feeling drained, pained with resentment

I won't move, I'm like an obelisk 

It is what it is. 

  • Author: Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 20th, 2020 12:31
  • Category: Unclassified
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